Her little butler didn't even come out to welcome her …
Fu Jiu lowered her head in confusion. She still needed to use her hands to drag Feng Shang, so she didn't notice that the one and only extended Lincoln in Jiang City was parked in the dark along the side of the road.
There was nobody in the hall.
Fu Jiu raised her eyebrows and directly went upstairs. She wanted to wash Baby Feng's face first.
But to her surprise, the moment she pushed her door open, Almighty Qin, the only person who shouldn't be here, showed up in her front of her face, holding a book that used to be on her shelf. That handsome, godlike face was calm and peaceful, and he was lazily sitting on the wooden chair, with his black suit and handmade Italian leather shoes. He leaned his elbow on the armrest. His eyes as cold as the chilly autumn outside, but his voice was still indifferent as always. "So here you are!"
Fu Jiu paused. He did sound like her big brother.
